Power
They say it changes people. What is it? I find myself set on a pedistal that I would not have expected to see or sit on. Somewhere that I believe only a few people come across. Names are whispered and reputations form quickly. Best friends come and go but my discrepencies only send shame. Those that love me fall many places in between. I keep them all in a bag in my room. Each night I pull out another story to remind myself of another time: A tear, some fear, laughter, or maybe pure adrenaline. Actually, it's the natural disorientation caused when common occurances shock the body into emotion that keeps me sane. Please, next time you see me try your best to force me to absorb my power. I will change.